Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

What Eve didn't know was...

At this moment, Lin Gui's heart was also churning with turbulent emotions.

The smile lingered on his lips, but his heart sank into an even deeper tremor.

Under the gaze of his ghostly eyes.

The surrounding scenery was completely different.

The tavern was no longer filled with the usual listless, lazy ghosts.

Instead, they were faces twisted, ferocious, and filled with murderous intent.

Their eyes were wide open, their mouths gaped, and their souls trembled violently with extreme rage.

It was just like the mermaid soul that suddenly went out of control and turned into a vengeful ghost in the silent seabed.

Terrifying, yet... tragic.

Lin Gui understood.

The root of all this was the conversation between those hunters earlier.

It was that phrase, "Kill his whole family," and that merciless, mocking laughter.

These ghosts.

Most of these people were ordinary residents, vendors, and craftsmen in their lifetimes.

They are at the very bottom of this cannibalistic city-state.

What did they remember?

Is it a past from which one is equally powerless to resist?

Was it once trampled upon at will by nobles and the powerful?

It is the despair of having everything one has accumulated through a lifetime of hard work destroyed at will.

None of them were practitioners and therefore could not affect reality in the slightest.

But their anger caused their souls to emanate a bone-chilling cold.

Several ghostly figures were even desperately heading in the direction the hunter had left.

It opens its empty mouth and makes a biting and tearing motion.

Others were using all their strength to try to move the rubble on the ground.

The brick that hit the assassin was the result of their combined efforts.

But in the end...

Nothing has changed.

The hunters left, their faces filled with contempt and mockery.

The ghosts were left behind, trembling silently in place.

Feeling dejected, resentful, and wronged.

"...If these damned bastards are like those nobles back then..."

"...It would be so much better if I were swallowed by a demon..."

"...That way...we can tear their souls apart..."

"...It's always been like this...it's always been like this...they've always seen us as stray dogs!"

"Damn it! If I had known I should have gone to cultivate, at least I could still bite off a piece of their flesh!"

"Everyone wants to cultivate, but those noble lords won't let us touch the breathing techniques."

"Once discovered, they will be forced to perform hard labor in the nobles' mines for the rest of their lives."

"Those damned beasts!!"

"Waaaaah, my daughter was killed by a passing hunter. She was the only child I raised."

"......"

Soft curses drifted in intermittently.

That was an indictment, an expression of anger at an unjust world.

It is also a despairing sorrow of being powerless to change one's situation.

But unlike the pain and anger of these spirits.

Lin Gui felt incredibly relieved!

Simply out of sympathy for the weak.

Simply because they didn't want to see an ordinary family being destroyed and trampled upon at will.

They wielded their "hoes".

This kind of anger is simple, direct, and even somewhat naive.

Lin Gui has already...

It's been so long since we last met.

Eve's puzzled voice reached my ears.

She couldn't see the spirit, but she could vaguely sense the suppressed anger.

"What are they...?"

Lin Gui smiled.

"They are just like me."

I don't like those guys.

"I'm just figuring out how to kill them and make them kneel down and eat the devil's shit."

He spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he were talking about the weather.

"Okay."

"I really enjoyed watching this 'scary game'."

"It's time... for this game to continue."

"But before that."

Lin Gui turned the direction of his staff.

"Let's get down to business first."

He did not pursue the hunter into the mist where he had disappeared.

Instead, carrying Eve, it silently glided out of the tavern and headed in another direction.

The direction of the forest sentry post.

No matter how much he wanted to feed those scum to the devil.

He would never let his emotions interrupt his mission of delivering messages.

In this world, power is everything.

Without power, compassion is nothing but self-deception.

Anger is just impotent rage.

Like those ghosts, they could only move one brick no matter how hard they tried.

Just like myself back then, I developed the Night Veil that could overturn the magic of concealment.

But all they could do was watch as everything was sent to that desperate inferno.

All I could do was let those wild laughs echo in my ears.

He could only let the raging anger in his eyes burn uncontrollably, powerless to extinguish it.

Braving the wind and snow, the flying boat sped at low altitude.

We traversed rolling hills and skimmed over frozen streams, leaving Whitestone City far behind.

Lin Gui stopped thinking about the hunters.

That was just a minor incident, a small mishap in a boring game.

He didn't know.

The farce he witnessed.

Unwittingly, he was gently pushed to the edge of a whirlpool.

A bottomless storm that the system deemed "uninterventional."

The wind and snow are getting heavier.

Ahead, deep in the gray fog, a blurry outline gradually came into view.

We've arrived at the forest outpost.

The city-state stood silently in the snow.

Unlike the ruggedness of human city-states, its buildings are slender and tall.

The overall color scheme is a somber dark purple, which, even when covered in snow, exudes a profound and mysterious beauty.

The watchtower has a pointed top, the arched doorway, and the walls still bear the remnants of vine and star reliefs.

This was once a frontier outpost of the night elves.

Now, only a patch remains, gently buried by the white snow.

Silent ruins.

Among the seventeen city-states swallowed by the Wailing Wall, there were not only humans.

There are also dwarves and elves.

The Forest Ghost traveled eastward along the Wall of Sighs and now entered the Deep Forest Outpost.

This means we've stepped into the territory of the elves.

Further on, pass through Shadowmoon City and cross the Darklight Forest.

Then you can leave the Wall of Sighs and reach the border of the Elf Forest.

If the "End of Silence" had spread any further back then...

The elves will likely be forced to relocate their capital again.

The airship slowly landed on the main road of the forest outpost.

The snow was so thick it reached up to your ankles.

The buildings along the stone-paved streets still retain the unique elegance and decay of the elves.

The pointed arch windows are broken, and the vine reliefs are covered with frost.

It was too quiet...

As was customary, Lin Gui chose a relatively intact elven temple.

Clear the snow and hang up the wooden sign.

【7 Copper Coin Post Office, Forest Outpost Branch】

He then wrote 103 letters belonging to this city-state.

It was displayed on a temporary board erected outside the door.

A cold wind blew by, making the letter paper rustle.

Like a group of pale hands, waving silently in the stillness.

After doing all this, Lin Gui retreated back into the house and lit a fire.

As usual, I waited.

Eve rubbed her hands, which were red from the cold, and opened the book she carried with her.

Lin Gui sat by the fire, fiddling with his newly acquired magic.

The art of flower making.

He chanted softly, his gestures clumsy yet steady.

One after another, small flowers of different colors appeared out of thin air from his palm.

Red, white, and purple, trembling on my fingertips.

Like a silent magic trick.

that's it.

Time passed amidst the falling snow and the sound of turning pages.

one day.

Two days.

Three days.

On the fourth day at dusk, Lin Gui stopped using the Flower-Generating Technique.

The area in front of him was already piled high with withered flowers.

The letters are still neatly hung on the display board outside.

There were no signs of disturbance.

In my mind, the system's delivery confirmation message appeared...

It never rang even once.